24/11/2020

The sun winks
As it hides
It’s voluptuous curves beyond
My vision

I contemplate the day
Basking in the last bout
Of warmth enveloping
My petite figure
Like a soft, woollen pashmina

I am content
Unbothered by mundane
Worries
Resent has no home within
The many facets of
My being

The last of the sun’s rays
Make patterns on
The tulle of my dress
Shapes that resemble child’s play
I trace the coalesced shapes with my finger
As though I am reading a
Secret message passed down
From the hazy heavens

I am where I need to be
Content floods my heart
A smile tugs at my lip
I am where I should be